[ Erik, on the other hand, isn't so immediately sure that she's one of his people. There's a suspicion, a strange feeling that comes in great part from the memory of Logan, a man with bone claws which weren't very much unlike the metal she has in her forearms. Her shift in demeanor is too slight that Erik can't really tell for sure, and so he keeps his focus mostly on the task at hand.

Once she rounds the car to retrieve the other tire, he makes quick work of turning the jack and unscrewing the bolts, so when she comes back, it just seems like he's unnaturally good at this. Not that he couldn't do it by hand, but that jack looks to be in a deplorable state and he wonders how long it would take to do it without his abilities. ]

Figured we're stuck in the same situation.

[ He's assuming that, anyway. From the mere fact that she's out here on this road, going in the same direction he is. Panorama. ]

You've just woken up here too, right? Some story about finding us in a diffusion zone.

[ Wondering if she got the same story that he did. ]